Life.

Life has two sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life. 

All around has to do something with life

but how can we like

this life noone exactly knows? 

Life.

Life has two sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life.

Oh how much can we tell about life

but what do we really know?

Nothing. 

Life.

Life has two sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life.

I wish I couldn't see

all the people around me

with no heart and no soul

because the devil paid with gold. 

Life.

Life has two sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life.

There's too much to tell about

but for a description there's no word

because life changes without a stop. 

Life.

Life has two sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life.

If we like it or if we hate it -

life is different for all of us.

For me, it's just uninteresting stuff. 

Life.

Life has two sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life.

That's a word, which describes all and nothing at once.

Life.

But the meaning is everytime a different. 

Life.

Life has two sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life.

In life there's the darkness everywhere.

Only if we want see it is our choice.

The dark has taken over all our lifes.

And there won't be a way out. 

Life.

Life has two sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life.

In our life there will always be a step we shouldn't take.

Just one step in darkness, in the time of loosing ourselfs.

At this moment the darkness in our life appears

and it'll never leave our lifes. 

Life.

Life has to sides

the dark one and the bright one

but I only like the dark. 

Life.

Life and time.

Two words, which mean all.

Two sides, the dark one and the bright one. 

But just one life. 

For everyone.

One life.  

Life. 

Leben. Manchmal scheint alles im Leben verloren zu sein. Es gibt einfach keinen Ausweg aus allem – ich weiß auch nicht, wieso. Vielleicht, weil wir es nie versuchen. So oft haben wir einfach Angst. Wir könnten versagen, verlieren, nichts mehr bedeuten. Doch wenn man schon am Abgrund steht, wieso fallen und nicht versuchen zu fliegen? Wieso nicht nach den Sternen greifen, so weit sie auch weg sein mögen? Ich weiß auch nicht. Vielleicht, weil verlieren einfacher ist als zu kämpfen. Vielleicht aber auch, weil man auf irgendeine unvorhergesehene Rettung hofft. Jemand, der plötzlich alles zum Guten wendet. Aber diese Person gibt es nie und wird es nie geben. Und ich weiß nicht, ob ich es schaffe zu kämpfen.